Chapter 408: Epilogue (I)

An Qisheng was dead.

His death had neither hysterical anger nor a sense of relief, nor did he speak any earth-shattering or thought-provoking last words.

Li Miao reached out and pressed down on his head.

Until the moment he died, his eyes had no fluctuations.

An assassin was meant to die like this; it was just that he had dodged death too many times, and only when death was forced upon him again did he finally remember this fact.

In a trance, the last thought surged into his mind.

"Why was it that I founded Yingzhou?"

It seemed to be because of a person.

But no matter what, he could not remember that person's face, nor could he remember the memories related to him, only a vague "Master" echoing in his mind.

Only then did he realize—oh, the 'nature' carrying this part of the memory had already been turned into a nature-seed by him and planted on Li Miao, and by now it should have already been devoured by Li Miao.

Having harmed countless descendants and survived for a millennium, in the end, he had even put the reason for his survival on the gambling table. He had lost everything; until the last moment before his death, his heart was empty, and he couldn't find even a trace of emotion or memory.

Li Miao did not give him the chance to sort out his last thought or let out a final sigh; his fingers exerted force suddenly, embedding into his skull.

*Crack.

Red and white matter flowed down the tip of his nose.

An Qisheng lost his breath.

Li Miao twisted his wrist, unscrewed his head from his neck, and turned to gallop toward the direction of the Fengtian Gate.

A few breaths later, he landed in the crowd.

"Garrison Commander!"

"Garrison Commander..."

"Garrison Commander."

Countless voices responded, countless gazes focused on his face.

Li Miao's gaze swept across the faces of his subordinates, lifted his hand, threw An Qisheng's head to the ground, and raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you all looking so pleasantly surprised?"

"What, did you have no confidence in this Garrison Commander?"

Hearing Li Miao's familiar teasing, almost everyone let out a long breath.

The nature-gong realm was too mysterious compared to life-gong; even with Li Miao appearing like this, they hadn't dared to fully set their hearts at ease. Only when Li Miao spoke did they finally dare to confirm the victory of the day.

Gao Anyu was about to jump in front of Li Miao but was pulled back by Cao Hanyan.

Li Miao swept a glance at him and reached out a hand.

"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Mei."

"Yes... Garrison Commander."

"Garrison Commander."

The two ran over and bowed their heads in front of Li Miao.

An Ziyang was somewhat uneasy; he didn't know if he had done well enough today... even though he had given his all, even calculating his own life into the plan, he had been doubting whether he could satisfy Li Miao.

Until Li Miao's palm was placed on his shoulder.

"Well done."

An Ziyang was stunned for a moment, then instinctively wanted to flatter him as he usually did, but before he could speak, he suddenly choked, his eyes sour, his throat tight, and he couldn't speak.

In the end, he could only choke out one sentence.

"Yes..."

Li Miao turned his head and looked at Mei Qinghe with a smile.

"They all say you are too stubborn; how many times did you use Sword Twenty-Three?"

"Seven times."

"... shouldn't have taught you; in another hour you would have been dead, even the gods couldn't have saved you, you know that?"

"Death without turning back."

"Fine, fine, fine, you are more like an Embroidered Uniform Guard than I am."

Li Miao reached out and pinched her pulse, his true Qi circulating for a round.

"Are there any loose ends that need this Garrison Commander to clean up?"